"As many of you know, I am a recent graduate of Baltimore City College. And, as many of you know, I despised several aspects of the school, such as the social hierarchy (even though I was an active part in it), the state of the computers (most were old as dirt, and the rest were new, although not all of them worked), the lack of security and the possibility that our principal, Timothy Dawson, cared more about the athletics than he did about making 100% graduation with 100% of the students that started the school year.
...All of that was, obviously, put on the backburner when I heard that City was vandalized over the weekend. The bitter irony in this was in full effect, as contractors were nearing the completion of their renovation. But, all of the animosity I felt melted away and my emotionless facade began to express feeling. First, it was shock, [which] soon became outrage at the ignorance that was displayed through the use of "large puddles and zig-zag splashes of paint" to cover the walls, or the destruction of windows, display cases, classrooms and equipment. I mean, as much as I hated City, I loved that cultured hell, as Claude McKay would put it. For four years, it was my second home, almost like an older brother to me, giving me shelter from (most of) the ignorance in the world, while not segregating me from it completely, therefore making me a more well-rounded young adult.
I thank God or whatever deity there is out there that these ignoramuses did not annihilate the Hall of Fame section of the school, which is, actually, incredibly odd. But, sometimes, I'd rather not ask questions and be thankful that, as Mr. Dawson (pictured below surveying the damage to one of the display cases) that
"There's a lot of damage but it's not daunting."
...City in the past, City in the present, City Forever!"
